Luffy Red Shirt Novels & Stories

The shirt he wore was the men's version of the matching white shirts she had custom-made for their anniversary last year. On the collar was an embroidery of the word "Husband" she had hand-stitched. When Simon received the shirt, he was so touched that he took her hand and promised, "Lulu, every time I wear this shirt you gave me, I'll remind myself to stay away from other women. I'll save myself for you." Now, the same shirt bore a glaring lipstick stain on its collar. And today, on their fifth wedding anniversary, she arrived first at the Westonian restaurant.

LAUREN'S POV Maybe I was just making a mistake. The thought circled in my head like the bass-heavy beat pulsing through the club speakers. This place was packed, after all. Out of all the men here, how could I be certain it was him? There were plenty of guys wearing red shirts tonight. Crimson, scarlet, maroon, some brighter, some darker. It was a popular color for a night out. My eyes kept darting around the room, catching glimpses of red fabric in every direction. And if I was being logical, the man I thought I saw earlier had bodyguards with him. I noticed them — men with sharp eyes and broad shoulders, the kind that didn’t belong to ordinary clubgoers. Yet this one, the man now standing

"Casual shirts, linen pants." The salesman's eyes lit up. "I have several pieces that would work perfectly. Right this way." We followed him to a section featuring lightweight fabrics in tropical colors. I immediately grabbed a butter-yellow shirt that made me think of sunshine. "Try this," I instructed, shoving it at Alexander. He took it with obvious skepticism. "Yellow?" "It'll look good on you. Trust me." "That's what you said about the red dress." "And I was right." I pulled another shirt off the rack, seafoam green. "This too."

A smear of blood on his collar. “F-Fuck… what is this?” I blurted, pulling back, pointing at the stain. He glanced down at it like it was nothing. “Just one of those things you get when punishing a traitor.” I stared at him, my heart hammering. But I wasn’t shocked. This was Luther. This was his world. Bloody shirts were part of the job. Behind us, Maya let out an exaggerated groan. “Ugh… this drama is getting under my nerves.”

he announced, tossing it over to me. I unfolded the shirt, smiling when I saw the faded print of 'The Clash' on the front. It was soft and well-worn and smelled like him... that faint scent of toasted marshmallows. I slipped it on, letting the sheet drop to my feet. It was the perfect fit, falling just to my mid-thigh. Ryder’s eyes lingered on me for a moment. What was that expression? Was it admiration? Lust? “You coming?” I asked, grinning as his eyes raked over me.

It seemed Jessica was satisfied with her assistant's report, but before she could give her the next order, someone approached her, causing her to pause what she was about to say. It was none other than her husband's boyfriend, and the artificial lights installed around the place allowed her to observe his appearance from head to toe. The black-haired man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. The color of the shirt was a bright red gradient at the bottom, then faded at the top, and because the front of the shirt was unbuttoned, Jessica could see a simple white t-shirt under his shirt. On the front of the white t-shirt, there was a large print of the side profile of a lion's head. The red shirt w

Suzu blabbered while her mate was all deadpan faced. Then she led me to a little room and showed me some uniforms which weren't exactly uniforms. It was a simple white shirt and black pants with a badge which had a happy face on it. "Happy face is our logo! Alu got these just for you!" she said closing the door so I could change. It took me a few minutes to get changed from my clothes to the new ones. And when I did I opened the door and went outside.

She hoped that Sean would be back soon. Damian watched as Lilian left in a hurry and put the tablet away in his drawer. He was trying to see if the could manage without the sling and he was doing pretty well for himself so far. Only slight pains here and there. He turned back to his shirts to decide which one he was going to wear. The color theme for the party was black, a horrible choice of course. It was a party, no one was dying. White was obviously out of the question. It was way too expected. Blue was not going to cut it either. He went for the dark red shirt. It looked menacing and it was a least expected colour anyway. He wanted to stand out.

“Lancelot!” He turns to the voice that’s calling his name. “Headmaster. What can I do for you today?” Lance is clad in his usual Jinni look with a satin pants and red sash tied in his waist. In the new generation, Jinni’s have become more and more fashionable. The unique ones have mostly made an impact on the style of clothing that everyone is wearing.

He finally looked at Wu Liang, only to look away again. Wu Liang was wearing his school uniform, a button-down shirt with an oil blue jacket with the school crest embroidered with gold thread and a red tie, the dress pants clung to the young man's strong legs outlining beautifully. The button-down shirt seemed to suffer a little from the young master's strong body.